Blue skies greeted us. The flat is lovely, especially the balcony at the back. The owner left us a small jar with raisins to feed the birds in the mornings. They're quite shameless, almost ate from our hands.
Wi-fi is good and the flat is within walking distance of the station, restaurants and shops. :) There were people working digging holes on the street, so during a few hours of the day it was a little bit noisy, but nothing too hard. It became white noise after a short while and I stop hearing it. What I didn't enjoy was having builders all over the street. Let's say they're not as shy and respectful as the ones in Britain and I don't really like being stared at.
As predicted, no dieting ever happened. On the contrary, some binges did. I ate several waffles in one go, felt a bit ashamed but hell, were they good. ♥ Also bought macarons in Belgium and a single Ritter Sport.
Fist german meal had to happen at Broyhanhaus
; pictures don't do it justice, but behold that pig with dark beer sauce, sauerkraut (with bacon) and potatoes (same).
Another must is a expresso at Extrablatt
, served with a tumbler of cold water as it should be and the best cookie in existence. I may or may not have ordered several in order to get more cookies and then had to spend the night awake on a caffeine high.
Also, best brotchen. ♥ Sandwiches are so much better, fresher and cheaper here. Much nicer than the sliced bread cardboard-packed triangles we get in the UK.